Butterfly*

Shall I compare you to thee a butterfly.
The epitome of beauty and grace,
Splendid and colorful you seem be,
Serene and poignant how I describe thee.
Enticing me once you flutter your wings,
Flattering my sight with endless beauty,
Lovely is thee you carry a spell,
Carries me through my worries and despair,
You art thou gift sent from heaven above,
The light that shines through the darkest of times.
You shed happiness wherever you go,
Infectious that's what I see it to be.
Perfect you may not be for all to see,
You're perfect in every aspect for me.





*I wrote this a long time ago, 2004 if I'm not mistaken, for a cousin.